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I Look into My Glass 
Thomas Hardy 
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1898, 58)

I LOOK into my glass, 
And view my wasting skin, 
And say, “Would God it came to pass 
My heart had shrunk as thin!” 

For then, I, undistrest 
By hearts grown cold to me, 
Could lonely wait my endless rest 
With equanimity. 

But Time, to make me grieve, 
Part steals, lets part abide; 
And shakes this fragile frame at eve 
With throbbings of noontide.